Growing up in one of the richest neighborhoods in California, Brittany Pierce could not, and would not for that matter, ever imagine what it felt like to be poor or to go to bed without a meal. In this, she made certain that her best friend Santana would never, ever go without a meal. That was just how little Miss Brittany was; however, this isn't a love story of two girl best friends; this is a story about two major corporations, one from America, and one from China, coming together and joining their billion dollar operations in the most solid of forms.
To some, Brittany was just the heiress to Pierce Global, but to Santana, she was kind, talented, and one of the most beautiful girls she had ever had the chance to come across. They met when Santana's mami went to work for the Pierce's as maid and nanny. Santana and Brittany were only five years old when they first met, and naturally became the best of friends. As time went on, their feelings grew for each other and it no longer seemed a rarity for the blonde and brunette to make out or fondle one another. It was always Brittany that said they could never truly be together, her mother and father would simply not approve. You see, Brittany was destined to marry a man who would ultimately become CEO of her father's company when the time was right. All Brittany wanted was to dance and live life in the way that she wanted, something she knew would never happen.
"Brittany Susan Pierce! Get down here right this instant!" pulling away from Santana's lips, Brittany cocked her head to the side and sighed, knowing she had at least five more minutes before her mother came up the stairs and dragged the girl away from her life and into that of a respectable heiress'.
"Hey San, what would happen if I touched you…here?" Brittany slide a finger down the course of the brunette's body, past her panties and into the girl's center, instantly colliding with a warm and wet core. Adjusting herself, Brittany pushed another finger in and began pumping her fingers in and out of the girl, concentrating closely on Santana's face.
"Britt—get the hell off me right now. I swear to—oh Dios," Brittany smirked as Santana's face contorted in ecstasy. It was a well known fact in the world of Brittany and Santana that Brittany liked to push the envelope whenever possible. One time they had shower sex with her mother in the bathroom getting ready for some conference. Needless to say, Santana had much to curse about that night.
"That's what I thought," Brittany said coolly as she adjusted herself once more to place her lips over Santana's. It wasn't that Brittany was trying to get herself in trouble, she just didn't like the way her mother and father wanted her act and be all the time, it was ridiculous to push your child to be an adult. Brittany was 17 and she was sure as hell gonna act like it.
"Brittany, I am coming up there right now and dragging you down here if you don't get here in the next minute, young lady!" Hearing that her mother's voice was traveling up the stairs, Brittany pulled her fingers out of Santana and jumped toward her dresser for hand sanitizer, it was one thing to have puny fingers, but it was an entirely different situation to also smell like a pussy. As she finished up cleaning off her hands, Brittany watched sullenly as Santana went to the bathroom and exited through the hallway and back down to the maid's quarters.
The door opened, and Brittany busied herself with doing her makeup. She knew that today was a big day for the company, and Brittany needed to do herself up to impress whoever Joe Schmoe was here for dinner. It was usually this time of year, summer, when David Pierce had the most clients over to meet the family.
"Je bent neit eerlijk helemaal neit, moeder," Brittany spoke under her breath in their native tongue of Dutch. The girl only spoke in such when she was chastising her mother for something, knowing that this language made her mother miss her home even more and occasionally lessened the penalty for which the girl would receive for misbehaving.
"Not this time, Brittany," her mother said sternly as she rifled through the girl's closet for a presentable dress. Pulling out a light blue dress covered in lace and taffeta, Brittany's mother Sophie placed the dress onto Brittany's bed and turned to her daughter. "Dinner will be served in a half hour. We will expect you down those stairs in fifteen. The Chang's will be arriving then so please be there, honey. We really need you for this one," extending her arms out, Sophie brought her daughter's head down to her level and placed a small, chaste kiss on Brittany's forehead as a small tear escaped from the woman's eye. Hastily removing herself from the room, Brittany watched her mother basically scamper out to the hallway.
"Who are the Changs?" Brittany thought to herself as she applied a light pink lip gloss to her lips, figuring she might as well look good if she was going to have to meet these people.
Fourteen and a half minutes later, Brittany saunters down the enormous staircase and takes her place beside her mother who just happens to give her an annoyed sideways glance. As the doorbell rings accordingly, Brittany sighs and straightens her back and neck to appear as presentable as possible. Arthur, their butler went to the door and opened it to reveal a family of three. Brittany's father headed over to greet them and introduce them. As they stepped inside, Brittany gave the once over for each member. The first, Mr. Michael Chang, had a full head of black hair and looked to be the same age as her father. He looked to be a man of high respect and of high regard. The woman beside him, Julia, was a little shorter and looked around the house with a scrutinizing glance, but after a complete once over the woman nodded in approval. The final member of the Chang family was a boy, Mike, about Brittany's age that was dressed in khaki's, a dark blue button up, and a tie a color exactly matched to her dress. Brittany stared down at her dress and then back up to the boy. Cocking her head to the side, she saw that he was realizing they matched as well. Brittany finally crossed her arms over her chest and pouted as she walked over to the table and sat herself down.
As the others joined the table, Brittany could feel the glare of her mother on her. "We praten na het diner," her mother spoke silently so that only the girl could hear her. Feeling the conversation start to go to business, Brittany began to daydream about what she and Santana would do later that night. Brittany slipped her shoes off and began running her foot up and down the wooden support underneath the table. Feeling herself getting a little too caught up with what she was thinking, Brittany stopped and realized that she was sitting directly across from the boy. As she looked over at him, Brittany noticed that he was staring directly at her with a weird look on his face. He pointed down under the table and she cocked her head and looked below to see that there was no wooden support; it was just the boy's leg. Brittany shrunk back in her seat and began listening to the conversation that was going on.
"I think this arrangement of ours will work out pleasantly, David," Michael Sr. spoke as he dug around his plate at the steamed vegetables. Brittany's father nodded and swallowed his bite before speaking.
"The only thing to figure out now is where they'll live, I suppose," Brittany stopped swirling her pasta and began to listen intently. "We'd prefer it is Mike would move here in California instead of Brittany moving to China,"
At this point, Brittany dropped her fork, and as it clanged to the table, Brittany's mouth dropped and then opened again. "Why would I move to China?"
"She doesn't know?" Mike dropped his own cutlery and stood up, the chair he was sitting in fell behind him.
"Wait, what's going on?" Brittany stood too and walked so she was standing behind her father. "What's happening daddy?" she asked staring deeply into her father's eyes. Sophie stood up and went to stand behind David and placed her hands on either side of his shoulders.
"Honey, your father and Mr. Chang came up with a plan to merge their companies without involving all the business side of it," Sophie paused and took a breath. "You're to marry Michael this January,"